hello stalker

Betrayed and discarded for her own sister, Gina. Clarence is left in her Crippled state empty-handed and destitute after a brutal divorce from her husband Damon Ferdinand who took everything she had endured hell for. But fortunately for her, fate has other plans… enters Dr. Julian Blackwood, a powerful and ruthless, her ex boyfriend from college who's determined to help Clarence reclaim her rightful place. He helps her back on her feet and offers her a contract marriage. With his wealth and influence, Clarence is transformed into a force to be reckoned with and together, they orchestrate a stunning revenge against her ex-husband and sister. Four years later, Clarence stands victorious as the CEO of a thriving automobile empire. But when she encounters her ex-husband, Damon, he's shocked by her transformation... and she's ready to deliver the final blow. "Clarence, is that you? How were you able to do your surgery and walk again?" Damon asked, astonished. "Hello Sir, do you know me?" Clarence replied, her eyes flashing with triumph as she walked away, leaving him in the dust.

On our fifth anniversary, my fiance, Caleb Alton, mixed up gifts meant for me and someone else. When he pulled out a set of lingerie, he looked flustered and explained that the store had sent the wrong item. The next day, I saw a video posted on social media by his junior colleague, Mia Lawson. The caption read, “He said that old lady of his is out of shape, but I look the sexiest in this.” In the video, she was wearing the same lingerie and lounging seductively in Caleb’s arms. I glanced at the engagement ring identical to the one Caleb wore and decided to call my boss. “Hello, Mr. Farrington. I’ve made up my mind. I can start at the branch office next week.”

To retrieve the engagement ring my wife shared with her first love, she actually sent our five-year-old daughter into a haunted house alone. Terrified by the bloodstains inside, our daughter accidentally fell down the stairs. A steel rod pierced her stomach, and even in her final moments, she clung tightly to the ring, refusing to let go. I cradled her lifeless body, crying uncontrollably, and called my wife countless times. When she finally answered, she impatiently warned me, "Robert’s daughter is about to undergo heart transplant surgery. Stop causing trouble!" Devastated, I made another call. "Hello, this is Lily's father. I'm sorry, but we can no longer agree to the heart donation." If they were responsible for my daughter's death, they could forget about taking her heart!